(center)Visions grow
out of our imaginations like vines.
We want to excavate a bare-knuckled past
with the jaw bones of concussed elks.
A cold moonlight carves them still.
They are the blunt teeth of a low wailing sky,
the works of a hand-crushed faith
far beyond the ken,
of we curious and depthless delvers.
We who stand now non-plussed,
our minds turned around
these mute megaliths
as if we were stone thoughts
upon a grinding lathe
searching
for any distant sense
of - why
while myopically questioning
the source of our
softly rooted selves.(center)
Categories:
megaliths, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi
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Standing rocks that mimic megaliths rise,
Indicating where the eroding skull lies.
She was once a mother suckling with grace,
Now her bones swathed in clay, no embrace.
I was saddened to view this forlorn grave,
Infested by weeds that struggle to save.
The grass is dormant, giving way to seed,
In hushed sadness, I ponder and plead.
A father's shape, badly wrecked and torn,
His spirit, through rain and labor, had worn.
Typhus took a son, the hoped-for next,
There is no bloodline to rely on in a text.
A bright young daughter is now dead,
Struggling to deal with pregnancy dread.
Upon labor and loss, she faced searing harm,
Cradling in sorrow the one once so warm.
As we stroll through this calm cemetery, unwind,
Where mother, father, daughter, and son all lined.
Resting alone, with names engraved on stone,
I await and ponder when my body will be prone.
Categories:
megaliths, death, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Sunset waters ebb and flow,
in shades of silver, gold and blue;
megaliths arise, greet periwinkle skies
while warm sands, traveling waves embrace.
Eyes cast upon the horizon lines,
greet gulls in heaven's play;
a cavern frames old Sol's facade,
as curlicue waves knit watery lace.
1-23-2023
BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1178 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Categories:
megaliths, animal, appreciation, nature, ocean,
Form: Free verse
The Nabta Playa
Stonehedges of the old age
Migrants of passage
Brave pilgrims of the unknown
Lost paradigms of the blown
Categories:
megaliths, africa, art,
Form: Tanka
They reach away from our reality
as if we are a momentary blur.
Here by the ice-gnawed stones,
my mind is a broken-jaw,
bones rattle in fissures of time.
Menhir, dolmens and megaliths,
under the blunt teeth of ageless winds
the stones raise their wilderness questions
while the ancient moors and heaths
crack open new earth from old dust.
Sheep graze around these planted rocks,
but none enter its grassless circle.
If I were a sheepdog
I would bark at all these
stone wraiths also.
Categories:
megaliths, poetry, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Visions grow
out of our minds like vines.
We want to excavate
the bare-knuckled past
with the jaw bones
of concussed elks.
Wind and a cold moonlight
still carves them.
They are the blunt teeth
of a low wailing sky.
They are rock-hewn prayers,
works of a drowned
weight of era’s,
constructs so deeply layered now
that they are beyond the ken,
of we curious delvers.
We who stand non-plussed,
our minds twined
around these mute megaliths
feeling for any sense
of who and why?
Categories:
megaliths, poetry,
Form: Free verse
MEGALITHIC TREES AND US
IN VIRGINIA WINTER
The inclemency of winter
has stripped the towering trees
of their peacock foliage of fall;
gravity sucking them back
to the womb that gave birth
to their bare breasted branches.
Yet these pompous zombies of nature
stand poised like wooden megaliths
winking and smiling at the sun
peeking through stilled clouds
lingering in stolen spaces between
shades of blue and gray chilled skies.
In the irony of this scene’s prelude
to nature’s power of resurrection,
we stoked the hungry fire and fed it
another log; and warming away the cold,
we waited with the trees to greet the coming snow.
Categories:
megaliths, beauty, inspiration, january, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
Angels Of Dragons
You heralded my wing-swept thunder
with garlands annointing the ground.
Sweet petals spiraling upwards
as I stood majestic, towering over
my protected children of Earth....
mankind, it was you.
You greeted me with song, dancing,
feasting of meat I brought when
times were lean for you.
I brought fire to your cold caves,
taloned megaliths for your cities....
mankind, it was you.
I taught shamans their wisdom,
knowledge that stars were your home,
shredded deadly storms into breezes,
dispelled nightmares in my cuddling wings.
You flew skies on the backs of my children....
mankind, it was you.
When did you teach me to cry....
to be wary of your weapons,
to keep my gold under mountains,
when it was yours
all along....
Categories:
megaliths, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
A distant dampness wrings the air.
A weight most profound presses chest
as indrawn breath holds silent;
in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal doom.
Without missive,
bluestone bones, stanchions silhouette
onto a plane of pastel sky.
Gargantuan, they rise, a tomb.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal doom.
Brittle brown blood expunged
by millennium three,
the still, symbolic, oak forest rises.
Frozen sarsens, five, forming an open grove.
Megaliths beaconing a golden eastern dawn
So, the multitude will rise within the circle
without earthly substance, soul;
through green grasslands loam
ashen augury of a different tome.
Categories:
megaliths, history
Form: Free verse